(silence)
"I love this drive."
"Me too. It's beautiful." [Here we go. He's gonna say it. Tetons are named after tits. I hate this part. He makes the joke and I laugh it off and we let the moment pass because we have to say it--we're from different parts of Wyoming and that's just what you do! Our uncles burn this into us.]
"These mountains are incredible. My mom and I used to camp at Jenny Lake.
"I've never been there, but I hear it's great." [His train of thought: Jenny Lake...Jenny...teenaged girl...tits...Tetons! So obvious. Why can't I find a guy with non-linear thoughts.]
"It's become pretty crowded in the last twenty years, so we don't go there as often."
"That's kind of sad." [It's sad that you're going to ruin any chance we have by telling me that these "glorious mountains were named by the French for the women's breasts they loved so much."]
"There are plenty of good camping spots in the Tetons."
"I mean it's sad that the West is starting to feel crowded." [Waiting for the other shoe to drop.]
"I think it's good for the West in the long-term. We can have our open spaces AND slowly build our cities. Wyoming could use the jobs."
"I guess you're just more comfortable with that than I am. All I can see is New York City springing up in Casper, forcing good people into North Dakota." [Just say it and get it over with.]
"My dad's from North Dakota."
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean--" [For the love of God, just fucking say it!]
"No, I'm just kidding. He's from Laramie. Hey, are you getting hungry?"
"A little." [SAY IT!!]
"Burritos?"
